AWB Chapter 118 The more you hit and yell, the angrier you get.
Chapter 118 The more you hit and yell, the angrier you get.
Brother Yu smiled and replied, "In that case, I'll trouble you brothers to wait."
As if knowing it was about to be subdued, Lingjian suddenly thrust its sword at Brother Yu.
Yu Gelang laughed and reached out to press his hand on the hilt of his sword.
Just then, the entire riverbed suddenly became a scene of flying sand and stones.
Caught off guard, the evil cultivators were blown about by a sudden gust of wind.
Brother Yu had collected many spiritual treasures and knew that various strange phenomena would always occur when subduing them. He stood very steadily and was not blown away by the strong wind. The fluttering of his clothes gave him a bit of the demeanor of a master.
Zhong Lingxin ignored his superior demeanor; this place was a wide riverbed, perfect for a strong wind.
Her hands flashed with magic, and even millstone-sized stones were sent flying by the gale, spinning and crashing down on the group of evil cultivators.
As the strong winds overturned the riverbed, several more magical treasures were lifted into the air.
At this point, Brother Yu was unaware that he had entered a trap.
He looked at the several more magical treasures that had appeared, and his hands trembled with excitement.
Based on his three years of experience, he could tell at a glance that these were all high-quality spiritual treasures, at least grade nine or above back then.
He made up his mind: after acquiring these spiritual treasures, he would kill all the evil cultivators who followed him, and then quietly leave the ancient battlefield to find a secluded place to cultivate in seclusion.
As the gale intensified, the excitement in his eyes grew even stronger.
He concluded that the strong wind was caused by these magical treasures.
The spirit treasures must use this strong wind to escape!
How could he possibly let these magical treasures escape?
And those evil cultivators who followed him, don't try to steal his spiritual treasures when he's not looking.
He had to count them carefully; not a single one of these magical treasures could be missing.
As he was counting, he saw clearly that there were indeed those who couldn't resist their greed and were trying to snatch his magical treasures.
It was those few evil cultivators who had always been dissatisfied with him.
With a flick of his wrist, Brother Yu unleashed the Netherworld Ghost Fire, which burned towards the evil cultivators.
Those evil cultivators had been following Brother Yu for a while and had long seen him use Netherworld Ghost Fire to kill cultivators and remnant souls.
Seeing that Brother Yu always used Netherworld Ghost Fire to deal with cultivators and remnant souls, they believed that Brother Yu was able to stand out among the evil cultivators and become a respected elder brother because of the power of Netherworld Ghost Fire.
They've long coveted the ghostly flames.
Originally, they planned to find an opportunity to lure Brother Yu away from his men, kill him, and obtain his Netherworld Ghost Formula.
For this reason, they have been collecting the souls of many cultivators during this period.
These souls were not used for their own cultivation, but were prepared specifically for the Netherworld Ghost Fire.
Don't ghostly flames like to burn souls?
Then let it burn as much as it wants.
Brother Yu was clever; when these evil cultivators suddenly used a lot of souls to surround his Netherworld Fire, he knew what they were planning.
He was both angry and anxious. These damned evil cultivators were usually not proactive in anything, but they were most proactive when it came to snatching the souls of cultivators.
He hadn't paid attention to it before.
Evil cultivators mostly cultivate by hunting souls.
He had also witnessed firsthand their excited and ecstatic state when they refined souls.
He was careless; he didn't expect these evil cultivators to be willing to leave the souls they could eat to deal with his Netherworld Ghost Fire.
Seeing that the ghostly flames were surrounded by a multitude of souls and unable to break free, he had no choice but to order the ghostly flames to burn away the souls as quickly as possible.
He himself had to abandon the spirit sword he was about to subdue and turn his attention to dealing with these evil cultivators.
After activating the formation, Zhong Lingxin was looking for an opportunity to deal with Brother Yu when she suddenly saw the evil cultivators fighting amongst themselves, with several of them heading straight for Brother Yu.
This was truly a great gift from the ancient battlefield to her.
She didn't rush to attack; instead, she continued to use the trapping formation to imprison Brother Yu and the other evil cultivators, and used flying sand and stones to wear down their fighting power.
She wouldn't let any of the heretical cultivators go unpunished.
She didn't let any of the Lingbao people go either.
She deliberately amplified the pressure of the array on the ghostly flame, preventing it from unleashing even a fraction of its full power. Layers upon layers of souls, intentionally manipulated by several evil cultivators, instead launched an attack on the ghostly flame.
Seeing Brother Yu fighting with several other evil cultivators, the many evil cultivators were unsure which one to help.
But soon, none of them helped anymore.
The two sides fought fiercely and were evenly matched.
Brother Yu is still at a slight disadvantage.
Their minds were completely stirred.
Brother Yu has collected so many spiritual treasures along the way; it would be a lie to say they weren't envious.
Right now, Brother Yu doesn't have time to pay attention to them.
Several powerful heretical cultivators didn't even bother to pay attention to them.
If not now, when?
The numerous evil cultivators, united in purpose, all reached out to snatch the spiritual treasure.
But Lingbao has far more evil cultivators than other places.
Along their journey, more and more people have joined the heretical cultivators, bringing the total to over two hundred.
How could more than two hundred evil cultivators possibly share a few spiritual treasures?
Soon, the internal war among the heretical cultivators began.
In their struggle to claim ownership of the spiritual treasure, the evil cultivators resorted to all sorts of ingenious schemes.
Some formed cliques, while others relied on their superior cultivation to fight alone.
Some even unleashed their magical treasures to vie for it.
If you see someone else is about to snatch it, then stay away.
When it gets close, you should reach out to grab it while simultaneously blocking the attacker's attack.
In short, the magical treasures flew haphazardly in the sky, the evil cultivators fought wildly in the air and on the ground, and they also had to dodge the whistling sand and stones all around.
Zhong Lingxin had a big smile on her face.
Fight, fight, the more chaotic the better, the more evil cultivators die the better, the more they die, the easier it will be for her to control the formation.
Perhaps Zhong Lingxin's mouth was blessed, for just as she uttered the words, a malevolent cultivator was killed by his companion.
The stench of blood filled the air, stimulating the senses of the heretical cultivators.
The heretical cultivators fought even more fiercely, their hands and mouths never stopping, all cursing and swearing.
The more you hit or yell at someone, the angrier you get.
Various explosive symbols were unleashed.
Various secret techniques, poison pills, and poisonous insects have emerged.
Before Zhong Lingxin's eyes, all she could see was a thick black mist, within which various poisonous insects and beasts appeared and disappeared amidst their wild laughter and howls.
On the ground, even more evil cultivators lay dead; soon there were a dozen or twenty lying down.
As for those who were injured, there were even more.
Some of the evil cultivators hurriedly withdrew from the battlefield, wanting to take some healing pills or detoxifying pills.
But every time this happens, a silent force quietly ends their lives.
Some were done by Zhong Lingxin, and some were done by the evil cultivators themselves.
The evil cultivators risked their lives for these few spiritual treasures.
Despite Zhong Lingxin's use of the array to suppress the ghostly flames, they were unable to harm the soul surrounding them.
The evil cultivators facing Brother Yu became even more confident and daring in their attacks against him.
With the Cheng Ying sword in his hand, Brother Yu unleashed wave after wave of black energy, and the claws that materialized from his left hand also unleashed a sky full of claw shadows, rushing towards the evil cultivators who were besieging him.
Several evil cultivators were not to be outdone. One of them also unleashed a deep blue flame and laughed, "Brother Yu, you should also appreciate my fire."